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Emma dragged herself through the glass doors of the Pyramid Complex, feeling like the walking dead. Three years of mergers had reduced her department to zombie departments—shells o...
Maria sat on the deck of the beach house she couldn't afford, the empty **vitamin** bottle on the railing catching the last light of day. Her therapist said they'd help with the em...
The sun beat down on Miami's Collins Avenue, palm fronds swaying like dying hopes. Emma sat on the balcony of her corporate apartment, nursing a martini and staring at the ocean. T...
The pool at the Mandalay was empty at 2 AM, the water still as glass. Elena sat on the edge, legs dangling in, her champagne forgotten on the concrete. This was supposed to be the ...
Elena stripped by the edge of the mountain lake, her breath hitching in the thin morning air. At forty-seven, she'd finally learned that some things couldn't be fixed—only endured....
The dog wouldn't stop barking. It sensed it before Sarah did—the end of everything. Sarah stood in their bedroom, the goldfish bowl casting wavering light across the walls like a ...
Emma watched Thomas's fingers work through the tangled cable behind the television, the same way they used to trace through her hair twenty years ago. Now, those hands were rougher...
The pyramid-shaped glass tower rose forty-three stories above Chicago, and Maya had climbed every one of them. Her corner office on the fortieth floor commanded a view of Lake Mich...
Maria sat on the edge of the infinity pool, her legs dangling in the chlorinated water that stretched toward the horizon like a promise she couldn't keep. The resort brochure had c...
The spinach salad sat untouched on the kitchen table, wilting under fluorescent light. Elena picked at the edge of her napkin, watching David methodically arrange his vitamin suppl...
Marcia stood in her kitchen at 7 PM on a Friday, staring at the wilted spinach in her colander like it had personally offended her. At forty-three, Friday nights meant this: the du...
Margot's iphone vibrated against the hotel nightstand at 2:17 AM, illuminating the room with its cold blue glow. Another notification from the office. She ignored it, just as she'd...